As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 370 The Will to Rebel
Northern Border Execution Platform.

Ling Yu and Ming Chen were in the main tent, but the atmosphere was not romantic, and they did not say anything intimate.

Ling Yu was handling military affairs, while Ming Chen was plotting his battle of wits with his opponent.

The war has been fully launched, and the Northern Lie have also begun to go all out, launching a continuous offensive that allows them no time to slacken.

Just then, Mingchen suddenly shuddered and his expression changed drastically.

The Immortal Jade Record trembled slightly, shimmering with a gentle light.

The book, which only Mingchen could see, suddenly expanded as if blown by a strong wind, and the pages turned rapidly.

Blood filled the sky, and its power swept across the land.

A brand new chapter begins, with valiant heroes wielding broadswords, galloping across the battlefield, their spirit overwhelming and unstoppable.

Wang Huai's spirit of resistance.

The names listed in the Immortal Jade Record are different from those of the past.

It wasn't just one person; behind Wang Huai was a massive army, an imposing sight.

The ancient book turned page after page, each page representing a person.

The Nine Demons are a diverse group of military and civil officials, each with a distinct appearance and a powerful aura.

One by one, the names leap off the page, closely following Wang Huai.

These names, like those of the previous immortals and gods, cannot be used by Mingchen to borrow their power.

They simply surrounded and protected their sole monarch.

Wang Huai!

In a daze, Mingchen's vision seemed to transcend space, and he saw his elder brother, dressed in plain clothes, surrounded by countless believers, sitting on the throne, his gaze piercing through the nine heavens, pointing directly at the corrupt and incompetent rulers and officials of the world.

Ling Yu was very concerned about Ming Chen and keenly noticed his strange state, so she kept asking, "Ming Chen, what's wrong?"

"Brother..."

When Mingchen came to his senses, his expression was rather unpleasant.

The changes in the Immortal Jade Record are not important.

What abilities Wang Huai has is not important.

The important question is, why did Wang Huai end up listed in the Immortal Jade Record?!

Since he obtained this most important magical treasure, not a single person who has been listed in the Immortal Jade Record has survived.

Mingchen guessed that if Wang Huai died, he would definitely be included in the Immortal Jade Record.

And it will definitely have extremely powerful strength.

However... Mingchen doesn't need to sacrifice his elder brother to obtain these powers.

Wang Huai's historical mission has come to an end!

He only wanted Wang Huai to live well in that mountain village, to wait for the arrival of a prosperous era, to drink with him, and to talk to him.

All the schemes he had devised for him, all the words he had spoken, the plan to fake his death and escape... were all for the purpose of preserving Wang Huai.

why?
Mingchen looked at Lingyu with a solemn expression and said, "Sister, I have to leave urgently for a while, so I'll leave this place to you!"

It's rare to see the usually carefree Mingchen with such an expression.

He always has a backup plan, and he can always find a solution to any problem. It's rare to see him like this...

Ling Yu knew the problem seemed serious, so she didn't ask any more questions. She simply said seriously, "Go ahead, leave this to me."

Sister Dai is always reassuring.

Mingchen nodded: "If enemy cultivators invade, then let Fuyao come to your aid."

"it is good!"

After saying that, Mingchen's figure flashed and he disappeared from the spot.

A tiny, almost invisible black hair fluttered down.

……

"kindness?!"

Space flows, heaven and earth change.

In the blink of an eye, the general's main tent, illuminated by candlelight, had transformed into a completely different scene.

The night was dark, and the quiet, peaceful village was already fast asleep.

However, in a small courtyard on the edge, a young man sat on the steps, staring blankly at the sky.

My father has been gone for quite some time now.

For some reason, Wang Hongbo was restless today, tossing and turning, unable to sleep soundly.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly a gentle breeze swept by, and something seemed to fall to the ground, causing shadows to flicker.

"who!"

Wang Hongbo's expression tightened, and he questioned her sharply.

Before his father passed away, he told him to take good care of the family.

Their identities are unclear, so we should always be more cautious.

"Where's your dad?!"

The dim moonlight illuminated a handsome face.

Mingchen!

At this moment, however, his face was grim, completely devoid of his usual nonchalance.

They didn't even bother with manners or explanations, and went straight up to question the younger generation.

The cat has fulfilled its vows to the fortune teller several times.

Mingchen had dozens of displaced hairs in his hand.

He stored one in several important places.

Hometown, Jiqu, Yueyang City, the Northern Border... even Qingcang of Beilie.

Some of the money was given to people who were important to him.

Wang Huai placed one in the gift box.

Although there are many hairs, their quantity is limited and non-renewable; once they are used up, they are truly gone.

Mingchen rarely uses his skills unless it's absolutely necessary.

"Uncle, what brings you here..."

Why did Mingchen suddenly come?

Even with his strong ability to learn, Wang Hongbo was somewhat bewildered at this moment.

Was he tired and hallucinating?

This all-powerful uncle has so many things to do; shouldn't he be busy with matters related to the war?
Why did you come here so late at night?
"Answer me, where is your father?!"

Mingchen had no time to catch up with his cheap nephew, so he interrupted him directly, stared at him intently, and asked again.

"My father... my father is gone."

Mingchen is 100% trustworthy.

They came in such a hurry to inquire about their father; it must mean something has happened to him.

Wang Hongbo had absolutely no negative feelings.

Seeing that his expression was off, he didn't dare to be negligent and confessed directly, "He seemed uneasy and went out with Master Buchen, heading south. Uncle, I think they probably went to Xiaoyao City..."

They really left!

Brother...why worry so much?!

Isn't it better to live a peaceful and stable life?!
Mingchen sighed inwardly.

Immediately afterwards, the soft jade swayed in her hand.

"Old Dragon, lend me your power!"

The next moment, to Wang Hongbo's astonishment...

A powerful aura spread outwards.

Disaster! Misfortune!
In a daze, Wang Hongbo seemed to see a strange black dragon.

"Roar!"

A series of eerie growls echoed through the village, causing some livestock to cower and kneel in terror.

Upon hearing the news, Mingchen didn't say a word, and then transformed into a streak of black light, flying straight south.

"Uncle, my father..."

When Wang Hongbo came to his senses, Mingchen had already disappeared.

He opened his mouth, but then stopped speaking.

He just looked worriedly towards the south.

Is Father... alright?

……

"Big brother!"

The strange scabbard at his waist trembled violently, revealing a phantom image that looked at Wang Huai with eyes full of heartache.

It was Wang Liu who had transformed into a ghost.

Wang Huai had a large hole ripped into his chest. Now, with such a severe injury, there was no cure, and it was clear he wouldn't survive.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and space itself seemed to shift.

Wang Huai felt that he was in a very strange state.

He was very weak, had difficulty breathing, his vision was blurry, and he was losing consciousness.

dying.

He was just a mortal man; with a gaping hole in his chest, he was bound to die.

He could clearly feel his soul gradually leaving his body.

He's very tired!

Throughout his life, whether he did the right thing or the wrong thing, he rarely stopped. He thought that by faking his death and abandoning everything, he could retire peacefully.

It turns out he still can't let go...

Death doesn't seem to be so bad.

Now that he's dead, he can finally stop and rest properly.

In a state of mental wandering, such a thought flashed through my mind.

But... he couldn't help but grip the hilt of the knife tightly, feeling the increasingly faint sense of reality.

No!

He can't die yet!
He still harbors obsessions; he has not yet avenged his brothers; his Blood-Clad Army is still being manipulated by those who are greedy and gloating…

He is not willing!

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!"

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

"The leader..."

"The leader..."

"I forged this armor with my blood and sweat, and I sacrificed my life for peace."

And at that moment, in a daze.

But then I heard familiar voices calling my name.

There are men and women, old and young.

Various titles, various tones and voices.

However, they all had one thing in common: they trusted each other to the extreme, respected each other to the extreme, and were extremely close to each other.

Wang Huai was also unable to describe the state he had entered.

In those calls, a powerful force seemed to burst forth from the deepest part of the soul.

The dull pain from the severe injury seemed to be gradually fading away.

he died?
He's not dead?
This matter may not be important.

Wang Huai himself was unaware of his own state of mind.

But he knew one thing: he couldn't die!

At least not now!

He still has so much to do!

Blood-Clad Army, Great Qi, Qian Yuan, this world...

He wanted to liberate the Blood-Clad Army, at least to prevent those sincere soldiers from being driven by these good-for-nothings and from losing their lives to these traitors.

He shouldn't have run away, shouldn't have lived on in disgrace; he wanted to give the Blood-Clad Army a more satisfactory ending.

The first thing to do now... is to kill this strange monk in front of us.

Thinking of this, his heart was filled with grief, his clothes were soaked with blood, and his eyes were filled with blood. He stared intently at the injustice of the fight against Bu Chen.

He gripped the large sword tightly.

Time seemed to pass very slowly to him.

The battle between the two seemed to have slowed down a million times.

He sped forward through this slow passage of time, charging straight toward injustice.

"Come die!"

He was not a qualified monarch.

But he was a qualified soldier.

He spent his whole life resisting, challenging those in lower positions, and wielding his blade against those in power.

Throughout the journey, they led from the front, fearless and undeterred.

I've never known what fear is.

Even when facing a powerful being with boundless strength, he dared to wield his sword in rebellion.

No matter who the other party is, no matter how strong they are!
What's there to be afraid of? It's just a matter of dying!

But fate always rewards the brave.

……

A furious roar shattered the silence of the night.

The two combatants shuddered and abruptly turned to look in the same direction.

The hero, who was clearly fatally wounded and should have died, was now wielding a large sword and rushed in front of us in the blink of an eye.

His face was contorted in a terrifying grimace, and blood was still flowing from the hole in his chest.

An ordinary person who suffers such trauma, let alone wielding a sword to attack, would have died long ago.

"kindness?!"

His heterochromatic eyes suddenly narrowed, and his usually calm expression finally showed some fluctuation at this moment.

The fact that Wang Huai could still move was beyond his expectations.

He seems a bit off.

Injustice seemed to lurk behind Wang Huai, with countless people dressed in blood roaring in fury. They carried an unparalleled momentum, as if they could destroy everything.

What kind of monster is this?

Heroes can change destiny and even the world.

Even when faced with dire circumstances, their unwavering will can unleash tremendous power to change everything.

Across from them, Bu Chen, fidgeting with her fingers, kept shouting at Wang Huai, "Brother Wang, step back! It's no use..."

He stood guard nearby, but still couldn't save Wang Huai.

If I don't get angry, I'll have no face to face Mingchen.

Although Wang Huai's condition was somewhat strange, it was already a miracle that he was still alive.

No matter how brave he is, he's still just an ordinary person.

He was already at a disadvantage against his current enemies, let alone Wang Huai.

The most important thing for Wang Huai to do now is to step down and protect himself.

As I just said, the distance here is defined by him.

No matter what, you can't get close to him, so how can you hurt him?

However, before he could finish speaking, his voice abruptly stopped, and his eyes widened.

Bu Gong lowered his eyes, manipulated his magic, and focused on dealing with Wang Huai.

Bu Chen is a cultivator, and he has some connection with him, so it doesn't really matter if he survives.

But Wang Huai must die here.

The current Daqi no longer needs Wang Huai.

"Kakaka~"

The broadsword, carrying terrifying force, came crashing down on him, yet he remained calm.

He was very confident in his supernatural abilities.

The blade seemed very close to him, yet they were worlds apart; the distance was defined by him.

No one can get close to him unless he wants to.

Even with all her might, she couldn't get close to him by the slightest.

Even the gods in heaven can't do it!

He possesses extraordinary talent and profound magical powers. In the human world, he has attained perfect wisdom and enlightenment. He is only missing one opportunity to ascend to the highest heavens and become a Buddha.

This is his destiny.

But the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his calm expression crumbled.

But the greatsword came with the force of a thousand pounds, and the strange magic that touched it was like a flame meeting a vast ocean, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Space was shattered as if a lens had broken.

A strong wind rushed towards him; it should have been so close yet so far, and he could never have touched the blade, yet it had already slashed his skin.

"how……"

How can it be? !
How could this roughneck possibly have managed to cut him down?!
The injustice widened its eyes, and the words came to an abrupt halt.

In that instant, he lost control of everything around him.

The head had already flown into the sky.

Courage can break all laws, and human strength can slay gods.

"when!"

The broadsword was plunged into the ground.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

I seemed to hear familiar shouts of battle and cries of devotion.

Wang Huai gripped the hilt of his knife, coldly gazing down at the strangely colored head with two mouths.

His head rolled twice, and his terrified eyes met another pair of bloodshot, murderous eyes.

Amidst the pervasive blood mist, his hair and beard flew wildly, his aura was overwhelming, truly the demon lord of the mortal realm.

Invincible! Invincible!
The injustice felt like a sharp arrow piercing my heart, shattering my compassion, and I could never forget it.

(End of this chapter)